Pink Cars and Stars
|I am a motorcycle addict, coffee junkie, beer geek, whiskey drinker and Los Angeles crazy person.
This is, Life, the Universe and Everything...Somewhere in the City of Angels.
Then, it happened. I entered the pedestrian tunnel that spans the track just past the start/finish line, and I was frozen in place by a horrific sound. For those of you familiar with the Lord of the Rings, I thought a freakin’ Balrog was coming at me from below. Apparently the MotoGP bikes were engaged in morning practice, and as they passed under the tunnel there was such an explosive din my internal organs all tried to switch places with each other. I looked at my companion and he, too, went pale. What fresh hell IS this?
—by Bill Heald Monday, July 11, 2005 from Superbikeplanet.com"